A child name Brownlow is raised by her aunt. She is abused for years. As the abuse continues, a priest steps in and tries to remove the child from the abuse. Yet the aunt does everything in her power to keep her control. The child finally runs away from her aunt, with the help of the priest. In her escape, she finds her true identity and receives a multimillion dollar inheritance from her father, who happens to be the priest.
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There in the cemetery Brownlow stood. She was looking down at the light blue coffin of Mother Mary. On top, were the loveliest flowers that she had ever seen. The color scheme of Rose and Lilly fit her perfectly. To some people, Mother Mary was the Rose that would brighten a person’s day. To others she was the Lilly that represented the way she held herself as a lady. Brownlow laid nothing but her hand upon the white coffin and only for a brief moment. Her love was brief during the latter part of Mother Mary’s life. Pulling her hand away, she felt no remorse. Brownlow knew that she had finally found solace, as well as Mother Mary. Turning herself away, Brownlow did regret however, that the peace between them when Mother Mary was alive, had ended in her never having the chance to say, thank-you for making her a stronger and much wiser woman.
As Brownlow turned to walk away, she looked back once more, and thought to herself, was she wrong to leave Mother Mary when she did? When Brownlow finally looked up, she saw the convoy of funeral cars leaving the cemetery grounds. She knew that Mother Mary’s most loyal sisters were in one of those Limos. They believed that Brownlow never attended the funeral at all. Yet she did. Brownlow remained in the back of the church disguised as a guest that would resemble an acquaintance of Mother Mary. She stood there and listened to the moans and weeps of those who would miss Mother Mary’s presence.
The church was a large cathedral. Mother Mary had a catholic service at one of the most prestigious churches in town. It seems that all the people who knew her in life, even though they have not shown the deserve respect while she lived, gave it to her in death. Brownlow had to admit that she was to be counted as one those persons.
Brownlow listened to the songs that were sung, and like others, she was truly moved. The Priest, Father Reyes, who was always said to be a compassionate man, told mourners the things that would comfort them. Then Brownlow asked herself, what would comfort her? Slowly a tear did fall down her cheek. The tear fell not because she was sad, but because it was then that she had felt a wave of calmness move within her. Brownlow’s soul was now as liberated as Mother Mary’s. The difference that consumed Brownlow’s thoughts was that, in her soul, she felt a heavy burden faint from her shoulders. Mother Mary could not hurt her anymore. No more taunts and tortures. Brownlow knew Mother Mary’s soul would be emancipated to roam the domain in which God send all souls.
In the church, Brownlow did feel a little envious. Mother Mary won the most important trophy that this life had to offer. She received the praises and the adornments that represented how well she was regarded. At the church, Brownlow did bow her head with respect to pray for Mother Mary’s soul. She did love Mother Mary once. Brownlow did try to forget the pain that occurred within their relationship.
At the cemetery, as Brownlow walked across the grounds, she looked back at the coffin a third time. She knew it would be her last. Brownlow finally entered into her own black car. Her companion gently reached for her hand, and delivered a passionate kiss to her fingers. They drove off with Brownlow’s mind recalling the events that occurred prior to the death of Mother Mary.